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Post by Race on Nov 11, 2007 21:33:43 GMT -5
Max whistled for a cab, he helped her in and told the driver, "110 Waverly Pl," he said. "An' as fast as ya can."
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Post by Brooklyn on Nov 11, 2007 21:51:40 GMT -5
Cailin looked out the window at all the lights, places, and people as they rode along.
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Post by Race on Nov 11, 2007 22:03:04 GMT -5
The cab stopped in front of a little Italian resteraunt. He got out,helping Cailin out. He opened the door for her when they went inside, 'whaddya think?" he asked.
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Post by Brooklyn on Nov 11, 2007 22:05:21 GMT -5
She looked around the cozy little restaurant. "It's cute!"
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Post by Race on Nov 11, 2007 22:14:23 GMT -5
A waiter led them to a table. Max sat down,lighting the candle in the middle with his lighter.
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Post by Brooklyn on Nov 11, 2007 22:16:31 GMT -5
"This is so romantic." Cailin said, smiling at Max. She started to say something then stopped, changing her mind.
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Post by Race on Nov 11, 2007 22:20:36 GMT -5
The waiter brought out wine,which surprised Max,he now knew where Race took BJ on their anniversaries. He looked at the menu, "Cailin..do you speak Italian?" he asked.The menu was in Italian.
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Post by Brooklyn on Nov 11, 2007 22:22:33 GMT -5
Cailin looked at the menu and shook her head. "Might as well be Greek..." she said, trying to make some of the words out.
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Post by Race on Nov 11, 2007 22:23:53 GMT -5
Max stared at it,then turned to the waiter, "Don' ya just got spagetti?" he asked,the waiter nodded,"Dat's fine.thank you."
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Post by Brooklyn on Nov 12, 2007 10:39:40 GMT -5
Cailin ordered the same and watched as the waitor walked away, then turned to Max. She tried to make small talk. "So what's your favorite color?"
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Post by Race on Nov 12, 2007 13:01:41 GMT -5
Max thought,he'd never really had a favorite color, "red?" he said, "I've nevah though about it before."
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Post by Brooklyn on Nov 12, 2007 13:03:11 GMT -5
Cailin laughed. " I like blue. It's always kinda jumped out at me."
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Post by Race on Nov 12, 2007 14:00:47 GMT -5
Max went quiet,wondering about weather or not to tell her what he did for a living...not that being a co-head of the Irish Mafia didn't bring in the dough,he didn't know if she'd frown on it or be okay with it.
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Post by Brooklyn on Nov 12, 2007 14:03:08 GMT -5
"What's wrong?" Cailin asked him.
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Post by Race on Nov 12, 2007 14:04:54 GMT -5
"Nuttin' "Max said,then frowned and said, "I got a question.."
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